I knew that he believed in the slow, invisible process of growth, the thing which had to take root first in the lonely, dark part of one, away from the light. He liked to plant trees and watch them grow; he liked our friendship to take its course; he was not ready for me.
Look, he said, this sentimentality will get you nowhere; once you make a decision you must stick to it. You've got to be hard on people, you've got to be hard on yourself.
Edna O'Brien, guerrière de l’écriture